Chapter 31

“God, Mr. S., help me! My friend, I mean, I don’t trust myself to drive! Appendix. He needs…”

“We’ll take the rental out front. Hospital? Wyandotte okay? I don’t know where this new one is to the south. Hell with it. Bring the boy; I’ll watch him.”

Dear, sweet Ned was a vicious shit bag full of swearing and hatred when he was in pain. It was all Peter could do to wrestle his love down the stairs and into the back seat of the car. Truffles, Lewis, and Mr. S. were already in the front and ready to go.

As they tore across the toll bridge, with the gate almost taking out the roof of the car since Mr. S. did not bother to slow down to pay the two dollars, Lewis cranked his head around and said in awe, “Ned sure knows a lot of swear words, doesn’t he, Peter? Even my dad can’t swear that good. I wish I had a pencil so I could write some of this stuff down.”

Mr. S. laughed heartily.